Papalem Peregrinatione
In new pilgrimage
The east yawns Armeggedon
Coming out of doubt
The mobile aloft
The shouting wonder of eyes
The whore comes nearer
Waiting moon to rise
Or beast to saddle with praise
For gem of the earth
Look the waving white
False innocence through carnage
Sedates the tired heart
Exposed, the cradle
Marks time in pendulum swings,
Nearer comes the end
Orion opens
With trumpet boom and fresh light
Late for daffodils
It is time lame hills
Crippled seas, medal-less men
It is time, it's time
The mobile spells it
The ash white cleansing of soul
And the fire cleansed world.
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